First morning ride in forever. Anthony hadn't done Emerald Hills in a while and it just so happens it's perfectly in the middle between the two of us. Right as we got started, we saw the shirtless, helmetless cycling dude with the long blonde hair, that we've both seen multiple times riding in the area. Anthony encountered him on an Egan ride. The first time I saw him, I was on my way home from riding down to Santa Cruz and back, legs tired and going slowly. He told me to jump on and he pulled me down Alameda de las Pulgas going a little faster than I probably wanted. I stopped for a stop sign while he blew threw it with a car already driving through the intersection. My other encounters with him were similar - shirtless, helmetless, and usually blowing through a stop sign dangerously. He seems a little off. Not sure if he's homeless or maybe has some mental health issues. This morning was warm but not so warm that you'd ride around shirtless. The rest of our ride was very pleasant until we got to Emerald Hills Cafe to find the person before us got the last of the Strawberry Croissants. BOO!!!